The Essays of Douglas JerroldJerrold, Douglas William
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The Essays of Douglas Jerrold
Jerrold, Douglas William
English essays -- 19th century
member of Parliament says, I forget which, “look abroad into
universality” for the thing desired. As you walk the street cast your
eyes above the door of the worthy shopkeeper. A thousand to one that in
a day’s saunter you will possess yourself, and from such a source, of a
name in every respect unexceptionable. Yes, from the board of the
thriving, honest, painstaking, till-respecting tradesman. And if so, how
ingenious, how pleasant withal, to obtain one of your best weapons from,
so to speak, the armoury of the enemy, to be fleshed immediately upon
him! It is perhaps unnecessary to warn the young swindler that he must
not be too homely in his choice. There is a class of names which, from
their very abundance, makes it a matter of constructive ignominy to
swindle under them. And some of these are Jones, Walsh, Welsh, Thomson,
Johnson, Dobson, White, Brown, Williams, Simpson, Smithson, and that
multitudinous monosyllable, Smith! If, in a moment of hilarity you break
a lamp, wrench off a knocker, or snap a bell wire, why any one of these
names may be, as of course every gentleman well knows, confidently given
in to the night constable; but to attempt to swindle under them betrays
a petty larceny spirit in the professor, from which my experience looks
for little present gain or future reputation. No; the name of a swindler
should be like the wardrobe of the true gentleman—a thing not
challenging vulgar attention; but, if examined, found to be of the very
best material and of the choicest workmanship. Hence let the swindler
choose between a _clinquant_ (I do believe this is almost the first bit
of French appearing in the essay, for the which I confess myself
deficient in the graces of modern literature[16]), between the
_clinquant_ of novel heroes and the homeliness of “base mechanics”—let
his name be a solid, substantial, downright English name.
Footnote 16:
The Captain is in error. Though his essay is, assuredly, barren of
“the tongues,” the author knows more of bookmaking than he apparently
chooses to confess.—[JOHN JACKDAW, Ed.]
[Illustration:
“Any one of these names maybe confidently given to the night
constable”
]
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